in confusion. He wants to make me an errand boy… “Community service?” Wouldn’t be the first time I have had to do some sort of community service for my endeavors. It will definitely be the first time it’s something I will enjoy though.
He shakes his head. “No. I’m offering you a job,” he clarifies before he straightens the jacket to his Armani three-piece suit. “Like I said. I’ve been watching you for a while. And you are exactly what I need. I’m starting a new race team. A motorcycle race team. And I want you.”
This can’t be happening. There’s no way Johnny Knight is offering me a position on his race team. I’m the kind of guy who would be a liability. I’m dangerous and sometimes out of control. People have a hard time with my sarcasm and say I’m hard to work with due to my inability to follow rules. “I have a record,” I say in all honestly.
He shakes his head. “ Had. It’s clean. As of now.”
“How did you…?” There’s no way! Even my father can’t get shit off of my record, and believe me, he’s tried.
He smiles. “Son, I have a lot of pull in this town.” I watch the officer nod his head, and he looks over at me. “And I promise you. If you produce half of what I know you’re capable of, I will take care of you. This isn’t a handout. I will work you hard to produce the results I want.”
I run my hand through my hair as I release a deep breath. “I don’t understand. Why take the chance with me?” I ask in all seriousness. He has to know more about me than just my record.
“You think I got where I am today without taking risks?” he asks with a smile.
I shake my head as I look away and a thought comes to my mind. “Where’s Valerie?” His brows crease. “The girl who was with me?” I need to know where she is at before this conversation goes any further.
“Oh, your girlfriend? I had a car take her home. She was not in trouble for your joyride today.”
I don’t correct him on Valerie being my ex. I just nod once again before speaking. “Thank you, Sir.”
“So. Do we have a deal?” he asks, already reaching out his right hand to shake.
A deal? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean, I’m twenty-two with a rap sheet longer than my left arm and a very powerful and rich man is standing in front of me offering me the chance at my dream job. “What’s the catch?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest, refusing to shake his just yet.
“Don’t push your luck, boy,” the officer growls.
Mr. Knight lifts his hand to silence the officer as he smirks. “I like a man who wants to know all of his options before he takes a deal,” he says to the officer, but his dark brown eyes stay trained on mine. “The catch is that whenever you are on the streets—whether it be in your car or on your bike—you abide by the law. I don’t want you arrested or to get even so much as a speeding ticket. No drugs and no alcohol. I don’t want you showing up for a race or practice runs hung-over or exhausted or fucked up. You are no use to me in a hospital or jail.”
“That’s it?”
He nods. “That’s it. Do we have a deal?” he asks once again.
I give him a big smile as I uncross my arms and reach my right hand out. “Deal.”
He smiles as he firmly shakes my hand. He then reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a card. “I will send a car for you tomorrow afternoon. Be ready for it by two o’clock,” he says before turning around.
“Be ready for what?” I ask, placing it in my back pocket of my shorts.
He turns back around and gives me a smirk. “To sign your life away,” he says jokingly, but I have a feeling he’s being serious.
I look up at the officer once Mr. Knight is out of the room. “He owns you, boy,” is all he says before he goes back to his desk, opens up his drawer and sets my wallet and cell on top of it next to my helmet. “Here you go. And your bike is sitting out front for you.”
I take
He shakes his head. “No. I’m offering you a job,” he clarifies before he straightens the jacket to his Armani three-piece suit. “Like I said. I’ve been watching you for a while. And you are exactly what I need. I’m starting a new race team. A motorcycle race team. And I want you.”
This can’t be happening. There’s no way Johnny Knight is offering me a position on his race team. I’m the kind of guy who would be a liability. I’m dangerous and sometimes out of control. People have a hard time with my sarcasm and say I’m hard to work with due to my inability to follow rules. “I have a record,” I say in all honestly.
He shakes his head. “ Had. It’s clean. As of now.”
“How did you…?” There’s no way! Even my father can’t get shit off of my record, and believe me, he’s tried.
He smiles. “Son, I have a lot of pull in this town.” I watch the officer nod his head, and he looks over at me. “And I promise you. If you produce half of what I know you’re capable of, I will take care of you. This isn’t a handout. I will work you hard to produce the results I want.”
I run my hand through my hair as I release a deep breath. “I don’t understand. Why take the chance with me?” I ask in all seriousness. He has to know more about me than just my record.
“You think I got where I am today without taking risks?” he asks with a smile.
I shake my head as I look away and a thought comes to my mind. “Where’s Valerie?” His brows crease. “The girl who was with me?” I need to know where she is at before this conversation goes any further.
“Oh, your girlfriend? I had a car take her home. She was not in trouble for your joyride today.”
I don’t correct him on Valerie being my ex. I just nod once again before speaking. “Thank you, Sir.”
“So. Do we have a deal?” he asks, already reaching out his right hand to shake.
A deal? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean, I’m twenty-two with a rap sheet longer than my left arm and a very powerful and rich man is standing in front of me offering me the chance at my dream job. “What’s the catch?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest, refusing to shake his just yet.
“Don’t push your luck, boy,” the officer growls.
Mr. Knight lifts his hand to silence the officer as he smirks. “I like a man who wants to know all of his options before he takes a deal,” he says to the officer, but his dark brown eyes stay trained on mine. “The catch is that whenever you are on the streets—whether it be in your car or on your bike—you abide by the law. I don’t want you arrested or to get even so much as a speeding ticket. No drugs and no alcohol. I don’t want you showing up for a race or practice runs hung-over or exhausted or fucked up. You are no use to me in a hospital or jail.”
“That’s it?”
He nods. “That’s it. Do we have a deal?” he asks once again.
I give him a big smile as I uncross my arms and reach my right hand out. “Deal.”
He smiles as he firmly shakes my hand. He then reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a card. “I will send a car for you tomorrow afternoon. Be ready for it by two o’clock,” he says before turning around.
“Be ready for what?” I ask, placing it in my back pocket of my shorts.
He turns back around and gives me a smirk. “To sign your life away,” he says jokingly, but I have a feeling he’s being serious.
I look up at the officer once Mr. Knight is out of the room. “He owns you, boy,” is all he says before he goes back to his desk, opens up his drawer and sets my wallet and cell on top of it next to my helmet. “Here you go. And your bike is sitting out front for you.”
I take
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